"No matter what, third brother, please try it with the magic destruction technique. At worst, you can waste these souls!" The woman in the painting seemed extremely panicked when she saw Li Muran approaching step by step, and hurriedly urged Fu Sheng.

"This..." Fu Sheng was still a little hesitant.

"Third brother, you can lose some souls. At most, you can wait ten years or more. We have been planning for a thousand years, so how can we fail!" The scholar Zhao Jian also urged.

"Okay!" Fu Sheng didn't dare to hesitate anymore. He flashed a fierce look in his eyes, and he pinched his magic tricks with his hands, and then patted them gently!

"Bang!" It seemed that he just clapped his hands lightly, but the Yuanfu Sect monks on the ground died of blood from their seven orifices. Li Muran also let out a mouthful of blood with a "wow" sound, and his feet became soft and he was about to fall.

However, he tried his best to stand up with the stone wall, and slowly walked towards the portraits with trembling steps!

Although the pace was difficult, a strange light shone in Li Muran's eyes. It was not only a strong desire to survive in desperate situations, but also a strong determination to fight to the death!

"San brother, stop him quickly and kill him quickly!" The woman in the painting was shocked and kept shouting wildly when she saw this.

"Second brother, what are you doing? You won't do it!" The scholar Zhao Jian was also anxious. If possible, he would want to throw the sword in his hand out of the painting and assassinate Li Muran.

Fu Sheng was flushed in an anxious mood. He kept pinching and casting spells with both hands, pointing at Li Muran, but the latter was affected less and less, and he could not control it at all!

"What's going on!" Fu Sheng was shocked and angry. Has the thousand-year plan and the thousand-year wait been so inexplicably incomplete? He didn't even understand the specific reason!

Li Muran finally walked under the portrait of Fu Sheng. The character in this painting was originally the founding ancestor he admired, but now it is a demon, a demon that Li Muran can kill him without hesitation.

With all his strength, Li Muran finally mobilized a trace of magic power, which gathered at his fingertips and turned into a small flame.

A small flame is the most inconspicuous spell, but in the eyes of several real people in the painting, it is the most terrifying thing.

"Bang!" Li Muran stretched out his finger and bounced the flames flew out, landing accurately on the portrait of Fu Sheng, and the portrait suddenly burned!

"Give me your life...ah!" Fu Sheng's voice was so painful that it was heard. After a moment, the portrait turned into ashes, and Fu Sheng no longer existed!

As soon as Fu Sheng died, Li Muran felt his whole body relaxed, his body slowly recovered, his magic power gradually loosened, and the severe pain in his brain had disappeared.

"Hmph!" Li Muran snorted coldly and looked at the other portraits coldly.

The few people in the portrait suddenly looked as if dead. When Fu Sheng died, who could punish this Yuanfu Sect disciple!

"It's all my fault. What should I do now for four independent sects?" The woman in the painting was already crying. Even though she had been practicing for many years, she seemed so powerless at this critical moment of life and death!

The scholar Zhuan Jian restrained his fear and tried to persuade in a calm tone: "This little brother, don't do anything randomly. You have heard that we are all figures from a thousand years ago and have no grudges with you! Moreover, as long as you let me wait for a while this time, we will teach you various skills. In fact, there are treasures hidden in Kuanglu Mountain somewhere. As for the treasure location, we can also tell you!"

The woman in the painting also paused and joined the ranks of persuasion: "Yes, little brother, you must be very clear about how difficult the path of cultivation is! However, if you get the guidance of several real people and the treasures left by me, your practice will be a long way to go! You must think carefully and never act irritatedly!"

"The fourth sister is right!" The scholar hurriedly added: "Look, the third brother is dead. The four saints of Kuanglu are missing one person! You happen to be the most suitable replacement. As long as you are willing to cooperate with us, in time, your future achievements will definitely be above the saint!"

"Yes, I am willing to become sworn brother with you and make a bloody oath to let you take the position of third brother!" The woman echoed, "No, no, as long as you are willing, it's okay to give up the position of eldest brother to you..."

"Nonsense!" Li Muran shouted loudly and interrupted the two of them's persuasion.

No matter how much the man and the woman agreed with each other, Li Muran was still unmoved. He sacrificed three balls of flames and said coldly: "These three flames are not only to cut off the roots, but also to seek justice for the disciples of the other three sects over the past thousand years!"

As he said that, he stretched out his finger without hesitation, and three flames shot out, shooting towards the other three scrolls.

"Wow, crackle", the scroll was quickly ignited and burned quickly. Amid two shrill and resentful screams, the scholar with swordsman and the masked woman were suddenly dissipated.

However, the painting of the monk burned a little slower. The monk who had been silent and closed his eyes tightly, suddenly opened his eyes when the talisman, scholar, and woman fell one after another, and shook his body, and turned into a faint transparent phantom, flying out of the scroll!

As soon as the monk's phantom flew out of the scroll, the scroll immediately became slightly ashes! But the phantom was obviously burned by the flames, and half of its body dissipated like blue smoke.

"Oh no!" Li Muran was shocked. From the previous conversation between the scholar and the woman, it can be speculated that this monk should have practiced the so-called "Thousand Souls Life-Sustaining Method" perfectly. It was just because of the restrictions between the four saints that he could not leave the Resurrection Scroll alone. However, now the other three people such as Fu Sheng Scholar have lost their souls, and the monk is no longer restricted, so he can escape from the scroll. However, he was also burned by Li Muran's flames, which greatly damaged his vitality!

As soon as he flew out of the scroll, the "monk" was the weakest, and he could not fight with Li Muran at all. He immediately turned into a faint shadow and flew out of the cave.

Li Muran reacted very quickly. He immediately bounced his fingers and swung a large handful of talismans, which were activated at the same time. Suddenly, the flames flew everywhere, roaring to the sky, blocking the monk's phantom's escape route!

However, the phantom, who had used his magical powers, flashed and disappeared into the cave. After a moment, he appeared outside the cave!

However, the methods used by Li Muran almost smashed the entire stone hall in an instant, and a large number of rocks collapsed and fell, and the cave would soon collapse completely.

Li Muran felt a stern heart and was about to flash out immediately. At this moment, he heard a gentle muffled groan from behind him.

"Master Cangxia!" Li Muran was overjoyed. It turned out that Taoist Cangxia had a sigh of relief!

He hurriedly picked up Taoist Cangxia, and under the protection of a layer of Vajra cover, he rushed out of the cave under the rocks falling from all directions.

During his busy schedule, he even looked back and saw that the treasures left by the Four Saints on the stone platform had disappeared. Obviously, those were all illusions, and there were no treasures of the Four Saints here!

As for the corpses of other Yuanfu disciples, he had no time to pay attention to them and could only escape from here with Taoist Cangxia.

As soon as Li Muran escaped from the cave, the cave behind him completely collapsed and was covered by countless rocks.

"Look at where you are running!" Li Muran suddenly discovered that the phantom of the monk was floating in front of him, and his speed was not very fast!

Li Muran immediately sacrificed the talisman paper crane and chased after him on the crane!

He knew in his heart that this monk was the famous founder of Daming Temple. Once he was given a little time to restore his business, his strength would be unfathomable! He had to kill the monk when he was weak, otherwise there would be endless troubles!

The phantom suddenly accelerated and flew out of the Death Valley, and Li Muran chased him reluctantly!

The phantom was also very distressed at this moment. He was just a revived Yuanhun. He was burned by flames before flying out of the scroll, and almost lost his soul. At this time, he was flying with all his might in the form of Yuanhun, which consumed his soul power. I was afraid that he would not last long!

He was a person who deserved to die a thousand years ago. He wanted to use the heaven-defying magic to be reborn. He didn't expect to succeed in the moment, but was actually chased by a young monk in the Qi and Vein Stage. He was really depressed!

It’s so difficult to fight for life with heaven?

While fleeing, the phantom suddenly discovered that a large number of monks were moving in the Death Valley in front of him, and the one who came with them was the female cultivator of the Yuanfu Sect, "Senior Sister Fang", who was controlled by the aristocratic ghost.

"Senior Sister Fang" saw the phantom from afar, and her face changed drastically, and she murmured: "Master?"

"Junior Sister Fang, what are you talking about?" Qing Yunzi beside her asked curiously.

"Nothing, it seems that someone is flying in front of you!" "Senior Sister Fang" said with a smile.

The phantom did not speak, but a voice came into the ears of "Senior Sister Fang": "Miaoji, a gangster, you will make a contribution! Delay time for me, and I will take over the body immediately!"

"Senior Sister Fang" nodded slightly and agreed.

The phantom scanned the crowd and found that there were not many disciples in Daming Temple here, and he didn't have much time to choose, so he immediately determined that the youngest disciple was the target of taking over the body.

Immediately afterwards, the phantom suddenly disappeared in the air. The next moment, a young lay disciple from Daming Temple suddenly cried out in pain, his face full of pain and twisted, his hands pressed against his throat and fell to the ground.

"Junior Brother Zhang, what's wrong with you?" A monk from Daming Temple next to him hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

At this time, Li Muran also arrived here! The phantom that was tracking suddenly disappeared, which made Li Muran very confused, so he kept looking around. He immediately noticed the vision of the young disciple of Daming Temple, wondering if there was any connection between the two!

"Master Cangxia!" When the disciples of Yuanfu Sect saw the dying Taoist Cangxia in Li Muran's arms, they were shocked and surrounded him.

"Junior Brother Zhao, what's going on? What's wrong with Master Zhao?" Qingfengzi asked anxiously.

However, the senior sister Fang quietly retreated aside.

Without saying a word, Li Muran put down Taoist Cangxia by his side, then immediately stretched out his finger and a fire shot out, and the target was the "Senior Sister Fang"!

"Boom!" "Senior Sister Fang"'s body was blown to pieces, but then a white shadow flew out of her remaining body, intending to escape to the distance.
Chapter completed!